In an underground casino in the Kanto region of Japan.
Suzuki, who was holding a metal baseball bat, was now sitting on the back of a big man. "You should have returned the money earlier. Why didn't you ask me to do it? B * stard, I'm going to kill you!"
"Yes, yes, yes … I'm sorry, brother. I promise I won't be late in the future. I promise, I promise!"
"Get out!"
Natsuya Suzuki stood up and knocked the men several times with the metal baseball bat. The men immediately ran out of the room in fear — after that, Natsuya Suzuki put down the baseball bat and sat on the office desk, looking at a ten-year-old child sitting quietly in the room.
"Kid, did you see clearly? If you meet someone who doesn't pay back the debt, you must beat them to death! If you beat them up and make them scared, they will be willing to pay back the money obediently! It's not that these people don't have the money to pay back, they just don't want to. "
"Why?" The child asked curiously.
"They can do whatever they want when they eat it, but when they want to spit it out, they don't want to. What else can they do? One word, greed!" Natsuya Suzuki picked his ear, "You've been following me to collect debts for almost two months. Next time, you come and I'll watch. If you can't get the money back, I won't give you food! Do you hear me? "
"Oh."
Looking at the naughty child, Natsuya Suzuki didn't know if he understood. Natsuya Suzuki rubbed his eyebrows … But at this time, the room suddenly darkened, as if there was a power outage.
Natsuya Suzuki wasn't afraid of the sudden darkness, including the child sitting in the corner … Because the child had been told not to open his eyes casually — but it didn't mean he couldn't see food.
The child had a vision similar to night vision goggles — even if his eyes were closed.
At this time, for some reason, Suzuki Shaya raised her head as if to look at the sky, but this was underground.
His face was filled with horror and his eyes were wide open. Then, he hugged his head tightly with both hands and slowly knelt down on the ground with a pained expression on his face … until the short moment of power outage passed and the room was bright again.
The child subconsciously walked to Natsuya Suzuki's side and reached out to touch his shoulder … She found that his shoulder was still trembling slightly.
At this moment, Natsuya Suzuki suddenly swatted away. "Don't touch me!"
It seemed that he was still afraid of something.
…
Thailand, Chao Phraya, Pathum Thani Province.
It was like an answer to the 80s and 90s of the last century. Low buildings, dirty and crowded city streets.
In an ordinary hotel in the town, a black man was doing the extremely difficult Russian style of prostrating. Looking at his sweaty state, he had probably been doing it for a while.
The black man, Abbas, was from South Africa. He had participated in seventeen small-scale wars and was skilled in using all kinds of explosive tools. His melee combat skills were top-notch, and he could hold his breath underwater for up to five minutes in a high-intensity battle. Currently, he was one of the explosives experts in the EOK mercenary group.
Abbas's personal information quickly flashed through the mind of a man with an Asian face sitting by the window at this time.
The man should be young. He had a crew cut, sharp facial features, and a beard … Wang Yuechuan — but his name was Guy at this time.
Guy was a name to hide his identity. His identity had been completely changed. He became a field soldier who fled for his life after committing a murder.
About two months ago, he followed the organization's instructions and arrived in Hong Kong. After half a month of self-training, he used a Hong Kong fishing boat to sneak into Thailand. Finally, he met the people of the mercenary group called "EOK". After passing the test, he officially became a member of "EOK" and was assigned to work with Abbas.
Wang Yuechuan's current persona was a man of few words.
Looking at the lively street outside the window, Wang Yuechuan … Guy flicked the butt of the cigarette out. Although he had successfully joined the EOK, he still couldn't get more information, nor could he investigate more of the internal affairs of the mercenary group. He hadn't even officially participated in their operations.
Although he had officially joined, it was likely that he would need to go through several missions before he could truly become a member … Being an undercover was a very long job, and it was also a job that would become more and more dangerous as time passed.
In the EOK mercenary group, every mercenary had extremely strong individual combat ability. Otherwise, it would be impossible to enter the top ranks of international mercenary groups with only ninety-nine members. Among this group of people, Guy thought that he could only be ranked in the top sixty of this group of thugs by relying on his own combat ability.
But if he used the ability learned from the Book of the Dead, it was naturally a different story. But that was an ability that couldn't be easily used in front of others.
However, his low-level qualities were enough for him to be recognized. There was no need to show more. Moreover, he couldn't show any anxious emotions because he was a man of few words.
"Phew …"
The black man, Abbas, had finished his training. At this time, he got up and became more energetic. "I'm hungry. Go eat something, yellow monkey!"
Abbas liked to call Orientals yellow monkeys. In addition to Guy, there were a few yellow people in the EOK group from different countries in Southeast Asia. But in Abbas's mouth, they were all yellow monkeys.
Of course, this wasn't a provocation. It was just that it was difficult for an Asian to distinguish a black person. It was also difficult for a black person to distinguish a yellow person … probably.
Guy didn't say anything. He casually glanced at Abbas and continued to look out the window.
Abbas was no longer surprised by this eccentric Guy. He shrugged and didn't say anything. He went out by himself.
Guy was still looking out the street. His current identity caused him to spend every day in extreme nervousness, as if he was constantly being watched by something … Was it someone from EOK, or did they not trust him? Or was it the people who assigned him this time … they didn't trust him either?
Guy lit another cigarette.
He had never smoked before. But in just a short two months, smoking had become a daily occurrence for him.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the street, and the entire street was completely dark at this moment … Only the burners on the street were still lit.
Kiah looked further into the distance. It was also pitch black.
Is there a power outage? He thought.
But he didn't care too much about it. Instead, he felt comfortable when the entire world turned dark.
That feeling of being watched disappeared … Guy smiled and slowly closed his eyes, enjoying this rare moment of peace – but the moment he closed his eyes, he felt an indescribable fear.
Guy abruptly opened his eyes. He felt a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He blankly looked out the window again … or perhaps …
What he didn't know was that the gaze that had always been there didn't leave … it was just looking somewhere else.
It was looking at the dark night.
On the rooftop of a small building not far away, the black figure was prostrating on the ground in fear and trepidation, shivering.
"My master, why are you so angry …"
…
In the dark hemisphere of the moon, the ocean suddenly became chaotic … Countless huge whirlpools appeared in half of the Pacific Ocean.
The undercurrent under the sea had already surged to the surface. The dark sea was like a huge mouth that could swallow people whole.
A large number of sea tornadoes instantly rolled up into the sky. One after another, they were like countless huge pillars that connected the sky.
The air seemed to have solidified and become heavy.
Uneasiness and fear spread across the hemisphere of the moon at the speed of light in an instant.
All those who possessed power could feel death looming over them.
Trembling.
Curling up.
The evil in the world seemed to be frightened at this moment, and the good seemed to be spurned by the world …
Until the light returned.
Everything returned to the ordinary night ten seconds ago.
…
In the lobby, Taisetsu, who was wiping the Zhanlu Sword, frowned. After feeling dizzy for a while, he shook his head hard and subconsciously looked at the maid who was busy at the counter.
But at this moment, a figure rushed out from upstairs … Nero's face was covered in ink. "You want to fight? I'm ready! "
Her eyes were wide open and she was excited.
"You Ye … Miss?" Taisetsu ignored Nero.
The maid put down the cup that she was wiping … When the cup was put down, rings of terrifying black flames instantly burned the entire floor of the lobby from under You Ye's feet. The black flames on the ground began to change and connected into complicated symbols.
All of a sudden, something seemed to slowly rise up from the black flames … It was a spear!
Upon closer inspection, it was a spear with a flag wrapped around it.
A weapon!
Taisetsu and Nero's expressions changed slightly. They had never seen the maid holding a weapon … or, they had never seen her being serious.
They would be killed the moment they met … This was the only thing that Taisetsu could feel at this moment.
However, this terrifying atmosphere almost disappeared in a moment … The black flames on the floor dissipated instantly.
The voice of the boss sounded at this moment, "I'm fine, you don't need to come over … Just take it that I just sneezed impolitely."
The boss didn't come back. This was just his voice — but no one would doubt that it wasn't the boss's voice.
The maid holding the spear flag loosened her palm at this moment, and the spear flag flashed and disappeared.
"You Ye … Miss?"
The maid of the club picked up the cup again, wiping it slowly, and said indifferently, "We only need to follow the master's orders."
…
…
Time was still … at least in this area, everything was still in this short period of time, as if it had completely escaped into another space.
Under the night sky in front of the balcony, little blue light spots gathered … Not long after, the manager Arraia with blue hair and blue eyes appeared.
He opened his eyes slowly, as if he had just woken up from a dormant sleep … The position where Arraia appeared was slightly lower than the boss on the balcony.
[Asking about the degree of space fragmentation in sub-world No. 003, whether to execute the world-destroying procedure.]
The emotionless Arraia stared at the boss on the balcony without blinking … Even though it was dark, it couldn't block his sight. But he couldn't see the appearance of the owner of the root authority at this moment.
Chaos.
It was a face that looked like the primal chaos. There were only two balls of light that looked like eyes.
As if a long time had passed, as if it was just a moment … The face that could only be described as chaos gradually became clear.
"I don't intend to change the proposal I gave you last time … I'm sorry for the fragmentation of the sub-world space," Luoqiu sighed slowly, "If you can't completely repair it, I'll help you."
[The maximum allowable fragmentation range is to ensure perfect repair.]
Boss Luo nodded, saying indifferently, "If there's a next time, I'll pay attention … I'll try to control it within this range. You … go back, I want to be alone. The stillness here, according to the normal flow of time, can be activated after ten minutes. "
[Understood …]
…
…
"A, a power outage?"
It felt like at least ten minutes had passed, but it also felt like a few breaths. The world suddenly became dark, but it soon became bright again.
"Maybe it's the peak period of electricity consumption. Short power outages are common for AC power," Luoqiu said indifferently.
The cold weather in the south hadn't passed yet, and it wasn't the peak period of electricity consumption. Who was he kidding? Song Ying opened her mouth, but she didn't say such words in the end.
There were simple rattan chairs and tables on the balcony, which were usually used to drink tea and read books. Luoqiu sat down, motioning Song Ying to sit down as well. This place happened to block the view of the living room with the curtain.
But one ear was quietly sticking to the glass inside at this time.
Luoqiu knocked on the glass of the sliding door casually, and the owner of this ear muttered angrily and hid back.
"Your mom … Well, Miss Ren seems to be afraid of you." Song Ying smiled embarrassedly, and didn't know when she had recovered … She returned to her original self.
"Tell me about it." Luoqiu looked at Song Ying, "These things before and after. You just said it was not an accident, but man-made … "
This was the Luoqiu in Song Ying's impression, not the terrifying Luoqiu from a while ago, but the Luoqiu who was not angry when she pulled him out in the middle of the night and would even make breakfast carefully. Song Ying subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and blurted out to interrupt Luoqiu, "That … you're really not angry anymore?"
Luoqiu looked at Song Ying without blinking.
Song Ying shrank her neck, she was afraid after all … She whispered, "I'm wrong … You continue, I won't interrupt …"
Luoqiu sighed, "That's the problem. Since you're here, you should have found something. Tell me about it."
Song Ying quietly glanced at the living room, and saw Ren Ziling was still watching at this time with her eyes wide open — but she was far away, sitting on the sofa and hugging a pillow. Her expression was almost twisted together, like an auntie who was watching the finale of a TV series.
"Here's a report, you can take a look first." Song Ying turned on the phone and handed it to Luoqiu.
Luoqiu looked at it.
Song Ying said, "Although our family doesn't have any property in China, we still have some connections. The information in this report was found by a friend of my grandpa's some time ago. The Professor Ouyang mentioned in the report was the forensic doctor who complicated your father's case. According to his confession, the bullet that killed your father was actually a bullet from the police. But later, someone secretly paid him to change the bullet used by the criminal in the report, and secretly changed the bullet used by the evidence … "
Looking at the expressionless Luoqiu, Song Ying took a deep breath and continued, "This time, I'm here because of my grandpa's idea. He wants to find out the truth of this matter. Grandpa said that the people of the Song family can't die without knowing the reason. "
"I see." Luoqiu returned the phone to Song Ying, "Now, think about how to deal with this prank of yours, okay?"
"Okay …"
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